Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 213 213. First confrontation, dead skin

In the warm restaurant, a young man and woman suddenly broke in and broke the peace here.

"Excuse me! We need help, please call the police for us!" Trish looked around at the adults in the restaurant for help, while Daley stood beside her helplessly, as if he was overly frightened.

The waiter wiped her hands on her apron and walked over, then frowned at the stench on their bodies, "Don't worry, kid, I'll contact the police right away, but you have to wait, our county police department is very efficient. slow."

After saying that, the aunt walked quickly to the back hall.

Cui Shi turned around and held the dirty-faced brother's shoulders, "Daly, listen, tell us what you saw and we will leave? OK?"

Daley didn't say a word, just stared blankly in the air.

"Speak! You must end this matter and remind people here to be careful! Look at me, Daly!"

"I'm afraid..." Dai Li turned his face and looked around in confusion, his tone was as weak as a seriously ill patient,

"Drink some orange juice to calm down the shock."

The gentle voice seemed to contain calm magic, instantly calming the two frightened siblings. As soon as they turned their heads, they saw the familiar tall and strong body, like a mountain of light, suppressing all evil , dispel all the haze.

Trish had a look of surprise on her face, "Dean, why are you here?"

"Perhaps it is the will of fate/the law of convergence...it told me that my new friend was in trouble and asked me to stay and help." Dean smiled and took the hands of the two siblings and walked to the dining table in the corner. Pushing the dinner in front of them, with expectation and encouragement in his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"This will affect you." Trish pursed her lips and worried,

"Don't worry, I'm a professional, best at dealing with all kinds of dangerous and weird things." Dean took a photo of his private detective license in front of the two siblings.

Daley carefully examined the information on the license, clenched and unclenched his hands tightly, tightened and unclenched his dirt-covered face, and finally slowly took a sip of juice and spoke,

"You're right, I couldn't control my curiosity and saw some things I shouldn't have seen."

The vicious Chevrolet truck rear-ended, the dilapidated church, the weirdo who dumped the body, the bloody and terrifying cellar... As Daley's trembling narration gradually appeared in front of Dean's eyes.

Hundreds of dead.

Although not nearly as many as the thousands killed by the Toadmen.

But there is only one person on the other side, and such a crazy act of killing is far more evil than a single toad man, or even a chameleon or a nocturnal species!

Dean's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, like a hunter who has found his favorite prey!

"Wait a minute, the body wrapped in sheets is a handsome young man with black hair, black eyes, and a beauty mark at the corner of his mouth?" Dean caught a familiar message and suddenly interrupted the boy,
Daley took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
Trish asked curiously, "Where have you seen him?"

"I saw this young man on the missing person notice at the garage. He disappeared on the side of Highway 65 a week ago, leaving only a car." Dean reasoned calmly, "Now it seems that he has disappeared He was murdered. And this weird truck guy that you saw hanging out between the highway and the church is the culprit behind several disappearances in Haobo County in the past half month."

"I knew that pervert was a serial killer!" Daly banged the table with his fist like he was venting his anger, causing everyone in the restaurant to look at him sideways.

"But I don't understand a little bit," Dean said in a low voice, "You said there are at least five or six hundred fresh-looking corpses under the church, but there have been five or six missing people in Haobo County in the past half month. It’s a hundred times different. Where did the extra bodies come from? Did that guy commit the crime elsewhere and transport it back to the church underground in a truck? "

"The movement caused by hundreds of corpses must have lasted for a long time. Why were the state police and county police never aware of it?"

Listening to Dean's calm analysis, the two siblings turned pale and couldn't answer.

But a whole new reminder flashed before Dean's eyes. You actively triggered the event - the devil driving the truck:
A strange man in a big black trench coat caused several disappearances in Haobo County and threw the victims' remains into the church cellar.

Daly even told you that there are a huge amount of remains hidden in the cellar, as well as various tools full of mysterious atmosphere.

You are keenly aware that this guy's identity is not simple, he is more than just a serial killer!
Find out his true identity, the mechanism, purpose and motivation of his series of actions.

Then make your choice.

Indulge yourself, unleash your pent-up animal nature, join his killing party, and spread death and fear in Bohao County!

Or stand your ground and protect the frightened Trish siblings, punish this devil, make him pay the price for his past evil deeds, and be wiped out!

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress: (5/100)

Duration: two weeks

Reward: At least 150 experience points + plus special rewards

Failure penalty: none
……

Dean chose the second method of treatment without hesitation, reaching out and holding the boy's shoulder.
"Daly, continue talking about this cellar."

"Lathe... table engraved with ancient patterns..." Daly felt the heat on his shoulders and gritted his teeth as he began to describe.

Dean noticed that the progress jumped 5.00% when Daly described the image of a woman being grilled on a stake on the table.

When Daly said that five or six hundred corpses were embedded in the surrounding walls, like a "madman's version of the Sistine Chapel," the progress jumped another 5.00%.

The progress has reached 15.00%.

This is obviously a system prompt.

Dean kept these two important clues in mind, and had an intuition in his heart that the weirdo's actions might have something to do with religion.

……

"Do you believe me, Dean? I'm not a madman!" Daley, who was covered in cold sweat, became more and more panicked as he spoke. The fear made him collapse, and he raised his voice, almost breaking his voice.

"Shh..." A middle-aged Mediterranean man at the table behind them made a silent gesture towards them, with pity in his eyes. Apparently he heard the conversation between several people, but only regarded these words as gibberish.

The other eavesdropping guests also had ridiculous and funny expressions on their faces.

No normal person would believe such an exaggerated description.

This made Daley more and more uneasy, looking directly at the two companions, Trish held his left hand to show her unreserved trust.

Dean opened his mouth and licked a chicken leg with a solemn expression, then placed the pale skeleton on the plate and turned it around.

"There are hundreds of living remains under the church. It sounds incredible. But I have seen things more tortuous and bizarre than this, so Daley, I believe every word you say."

call…

Daley breathed a long sigh of relief and grasped Dean's hand tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw. "Brother, it's great to have you understanding."

Trish also smiled gratefully at Dean.

"We are in danger now," Daley continued to express his thoughts without reservation. "As soon as the truck weirdo returns to the church, he will definitely know that we have been there and discovered his secret, and he will definitely come and kill him. I'll silence you!"

"I think I'm pretty good at it." Dean finished off the last piece of grilled pork chop, wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, and looked into the eyes of the two siblings. "If you trust me, I will try my best to provide protection."

"This is too dangerous."

"I can handle it." Dean gave Trish a confident look.

"Child, answer the phone!" The waitress suddenly waved to the two siblings in the back hall.
The two of them looked confused for a moment, "Who is it? The police?"

"No, it's another strange lady." The aunt explained,
Accompanied by Dean, the two siblings walked to the back hall and answered the phone.

"Are you siblings together?" A slightly nervous female voice came from the microphone,
Trish nodded, but couldn't remember where she heard this voice before, "Well, together, but who are you? How do you recognize us?"

Dean stood behind the girl and listened from God's perspective with all his strength.

"You entered the cellar and found corpses lying inside, full of pain and fear," the female voice seemed not to hear their questions, describing it to herself, "That is the house of fear."

Daley was stunned for a moment, then took the microphone with a ghostly expression on his face, "Who are you? How do you know what happened to me?"

"I don't know what kind of monster that guy is, or a hungry ghost from the dark world," the female voice still said to herself. The erratic voice was like an old witch telling a prophecy, "I only know it. It will keep following you or other targets, because once it smells something it likes, it can't stop..."

Dean, who was listening in, was surprised to find that the progress of the investigation began to slowly increase. The woman on the phone was not talking nonsense.

What is her identity?
"Daly, Trish, remember, when you hear these lyrics -"

Suddenly a rhythmic female voice came from the microphone,

"The devil's dinner, where did you get those eyeballs..."

"The devil's dinner, where did you get those eyeballs..."

"As soon as this song sounds, it means that the guy is here too. It will bring you terrible things, so terrible that you don't even want to dream about it. It will make you fall into the most terrifying nightmare, so terrifying that life is worse than death! So! As soon as you hear the music, run away!”

"Who are you scaring, madam!"

Daley hung up the phone with a bang.

"Uh..." Dean frowned as he looked at the investigation progress that had reached 17.00% and said, "Dally, this lady may know the true identity of the serial killer. You shouldn't hang up the phone."

Daley looked at Dean with trembling lips, showing an ugly expression that looked like he was about to cry, "I can't listen."

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you as long as I'm here." Dean sighed, "Just wait for the police to arrive and escort you to the police station."

At that time, Dean will go to the church to investigate, or look for the mysterious lady who called.

……

Next, Trish called her mother at home to report that she was safe, and then took the trouble to comfort her brother or bring up some interesting topics to distract him. Dean appreciated her strong performance.

In comparison, the performance of the Bohao County Police Department was too poor. Several people waited in the restaurant for more than an hour, until it was completely dark, before the two police officers arrived belatedly.

A white man and a black woman.

After asking the guests and the two siblings.

The police officer obviously did not believe the statement of "a cellar with hundreds of corpses and a madman's version of the Sistine Chapel sky". Instead, he questioned whether Daly drank alcohol, smoked grass, or hit his head when he fell from a pipe, causing hallucinations.

Daly was furious when questioned.

Dean interrupted and mentioned the body wrapped in sheets.

"You must have seen the missing Jack." The male police officer and the black policewoman exchanged glances, and their expressions finally became serious.

"He was lying in the sheets, losing his breath." Daley stared at them and yelled dissatisfiedly,
"Jack's family is so worried that they are about to be hospitalized. This is an important clue. Come on, come with us back to the police station and make a record." The two police officers hooked their hands and motioned for them to go out.

"Don't you need to go to the church?" Cui Shi interrupted,
"We have informed other guys to confirm the situation."

……

Dean followed the four of them out of the restaurant, but as soon as they reached the parking lot, Trish and Daley gasped.

Their silver station wagon was opened and ransacked, and the bag of dirty clothes in the back was thrown all over the floor.

"Look, look, you still think I smoked grass and drank alcohol and broke my head?" Daley picked up his clothes and pants, one of which had his name written on it, and he roared at the two police officers with serious faces, "I told you there's this serial killer van guy and he followed me here from church and he knows I found out everything and now he knows my name!"

Dean walked up to him and moved his nose. His keen sense of smell caught some strange smells, the smell of rats, cockroaches, blood, human flesh, and mixed preservatives.

But the smell only lingered around the car. Dean circled the car, then looked up and found the direction in which the smell disappeared - into the dark night sky.

"Tsk tsk... can you fly?"

The progress jumped to 18 percent.

Opposite, two policemen comforted the boy, "Calm down, kid. You drive forward to the county police station. We will escort you from behind." The two siblings hurriedly started the car and fled the place. Dean Got into the back of their car so it was easier to provide protection.

The police car followed.

The two cars drove one behind the other on the dark road, like two ferries on the River Styx leading to the other side.

"I can't figure it out, why did that guy go through your smelly clothes and pants?" Cui Shi, who was driving the car, asked in confusion.
"He is a pervert. He likes to scare people, kill people, and dump corpses. He lives in a dark and rotten cellar. It is not surprising that he likes other odors." Dailey said, looking at the dark sky outside the window.
"Do you know about hounds?" Dean rested his chin on the headrest and glanced over the two of them. "Hounds like to use their sense of smell to locate the scent of prey and start tracking. He may be tracking you."

"Don't be ridiculous, buddy, that guy is a pervert, yes," Daley was frightened by Dean's explanation. He stretched out his hand to turn the radio and kept changing channels, "But he is also a human being. He doesn't have a dog nose. How can he track scents?" .”

Dean smiled and said nothing, and his perspective turned to scan the police car following him.

Two police officers were in contact with the county police headquarters via their car radios.

"037, are you still on the east side of Ninth Street?"

"Headquarters, this is 037, please continue..."

"Are you sure you are not escorting arsonists?" The voice on the radio was very surprised. "The old church and the cellar where you claimed hundreds of corpses were buried are on fire. The cellar has also collapsed, and the fire is out of control. There's no way to get close, and based on my experience in the fire brigade, all we end up with is a pile of coke..."

……

Dean, who was eavesdropping, stared at him. Just as the Trish siblings reported the abnormality in the church to the police, a fire broke out in the church?
Where is such a coincidence.

This must be evidence that the truck freak set it on fire to destroy it.

"He moved so quickly, he was cunning and alert."

"So this murderer is a human or humanoid being who can fly and has a high IQ."

The progress jumped to 19 percent.

……

At this time, a burst of music in the silver station wagon called Dean's attention.

"The devil's dinner, where did you get those eyeballs..."

"It's this song!" Daley looked at his sister and Dean excitedly, "Do you remember it?"

"The devil's dinner, where did you get those eyeballs..."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "The song the mysterious woman played on the phone!"

"That's right!" Daly nodded heavily, a trace of panic flashed across his face, "She said we would be in danger as soon as the singing started!"

"Don't get excited! Daley, this is just a coincidence!"

"No, listen, the lyrics are exactly the same!"

……

"boom!"

During the heated argument between the two siblings, Dean caught a faint sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from behind.

God's perspective glances back.

He was instantly shocked, what the hell is this?

In the sticky night, a dark figure fell on the roof of the police car speeding along the road without warning.

It stood on the roof of the car with its splayed legs like roots, and the wide black cloak covering its whole body fluttered back like dragon wings with the high-speed surging cold air.

The cold moonlight illuminated a dark and ferocious face at the top of the cloak. The skin was as smooth and wet as an amphibian. The eyes were pale and protruding inhumanely. The gaping mouth had white teeth that were as sharp as steel needles. The bridge of the nose was The nasolabial folds extending toward the mouth on both sides are as deep as cracked ground.

On both sides of its forehead, cheekbones, and chin are segmented limbs like facehugger tentacles, which seem to be ready to open out at any time to pounce on prey.

Behind the shaved head, the sparse silver hair was tied into a ponytail and splashed back, with a cruel and unrestrained look.

……

The black policewoman sitting in the passenger seat felt the movement above her head, and without warning, she stuck her head out of the car window and looked at the roof of the car.

For a moment, his eyes met the figure on the roof of the car.

Ahhhhh!

A throat-breaking female voice broke out.

The monster's rough left hand grabbed hold of the policewoman's head and lifted her whole body out of the car window, hanging her in mid-air.

It sneered and touched the back of its waist with its right hand. A shining silver ax appeared in the palm of its hand. It danced in a circle as it turned its wrist, aimed at the policewoman's neck, and chopped it down!

boom! boom! boom!
In the flash of lightning and flint, bullets buzzed.

Several rounds of .44 Magnum flew out from the silver station wagon in front of the police car, accurately hitting the monster's right wrist holding the axe. The continuous and powerful impact instantly knocked off its entire right palm from its arm, and with it, The ax in his palm fell to the road together, and was pulled far down by the speeding car.

But the strange thing is that there is not a trace of blood spilled from its severed limbs.

Another invisible force knocked away the monster's left hand. The desperate policewoman was protected and fell to the ground smoothly, and passed out while trembling.

In two seconds, the situation was reversed!

Under the moonlight, the roof of the car.

The brutal monster that launched a sneak attack stared at its bare right wrist, its ferocious face showing sluggishness and confusion.

Where is my axe?
……

The other male police officer and the Trish siblings were completely unable to react. They only heard a burst of rapid screams and gunshots, and then saw Dean in the back row throwing himself out of the narrow car window like he was suicidal.

"God, don't mess around!"

Cui Shi quickly stepped on the brakes, and amid the billowing white smoke, the car made an arc-shaped black scratch against the road.

Dean jumped out of the car window and rolled to the ground to remove the inertia. He stood up, held the M1900 in his left hand and the M1911 in his right hand. He aimed at the figure who jumped from the roof of the police car and sprinted towards him and pulled the trigger crazily.

"Fake Squid! Kill people in front of me and treat me like air!"

Bang bang bang!
Bullets roar!

Tracking bullets, spirit bullets, and .45ACP were fired in turn, and with precision, they all penetrated into the monster's right eye, blasting half of its face to pieces.

But it seemed to feel no pain and was not affected. Its running body paused, its black cloak swayed, and a pair of huge black wings fluttered in the wind popped out from its back. Its body immediately rose to five meters in the air, diving with huge inertia. To Dean.

Ten meters passed in an instant, and the broken brain tissue rained down on Dean's head, and was bounced away by the ghost armor.

Dean stared coldly at its single eye, turned his head, and the telepathy that had been lying dormant for a long time exploded at this moment, turning into a battering ram and hitting its chest, causing it to fly backwards and fall to the ground.

The offensive is far from over!

abyss!

Within ten meters, majestic darkness fell, and all the light was absorbed by Dean's eyes, sublimating into two golden sun discs, suppressing the clear brilliance of the moon in the sky, and the strong willpower turned into something tangible. The object instantly penetrated the monster's soul, paralyzing its struggling body.

It froze in place for a moment.

Dean strode forward with the dog-legged knife, transmitting power from his waist and spine, and the muscles on his arms swelled and twisted, and he slashed with unparalleled speed.

The sword flashed, splitting the bones in the neck like tofu, and a slippery head flew to the ground, rolling around like a ball.

"Still not dead? Turn me into a meat pie!"

Dean, who had not received the kill prompt, slowly closed his five fingers. Suddenly, an invisible giant palm wrapped around the headless corpse, rose to a height of ten meters, and then suddenly crashed down!

Lift up!

Drop!

After repeating this cycle several times, the monster's hands and feet were smashed away one by one, and a mass of black flesh was spread out on the road.

Dean suddenly felt a stinging pain in his temples, and his sixth sense gave him a strong warning.

Waves of extremely dangerous sharpness struck from the front and back!

Dean instinctively jumped aside.

whoosh-

puff puff...

A series of piercing sounds came from the deep night, passing by where he was before.

Gravel splashes.

A spear more than two meters long, a sharp ax blade, and several pale cross darts passed him by and pierced deeply into the road.

And in this delayed moment, a pair of filthy wings strangely popped out of the dark mass of flesh and blood, shot into the night sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the tracking bullet that penetrated into its flesh and blood left a scarlet tail in mid-air.

Further across the road, in the darkness, there was the faint roar of a truck leaving.

"You ran away pretty quickly, but you can't escape."

Dean frowned and pulled out several cross darts that had pierced the skin and muscles on his right forearm and thigh. The hideous gap immediately began to heal itself visibly to the naked eye.

He raised the cross dart and rubbed it gently. It felt strange, smooth and cold, and had a wonderful sense of body fit.

"A weapon made of bone? It can actually penetrate the defense of the ghost armor and hurt my body. What special process is used?"

Dean's eyes turned,

"Where did these 'hidden weapons' come from?"

……

"Oh God! Man, are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" At this time, the Cui Shi siblings had just gotten out of the car and rushed over nervously.

It was dark, the distance was far, and the battle lasted less than ten seconds.

The two siblings only heard a burst of fierce gunshots, saw the darkness shrouded in the abyss, and a black shadow flying into the air, and knew nothing else.

……

"I'm fine, nothing serious." Dean looked to the other side. The male police officer had just helped the unconscious female police officer up.

"Who did you shoot at just now?" Daly reached out and touched the spear that penetrated the ground. "That perverted serial killer and primitive man who attacked us? Used such an ancient weapon?"

"Human?" Dean shook his head and squatted down to examine the monster's severed head. It had nothing to do with a normal head. All the flesh and bones shriveled and became dull the moment they left its body.

It's like layers of snake slough, cicada slough, or "dead skin" accumulated over decades.

"That guy is not a human..." Dean looked at the direction where the flesh and blood escaped, his voice was imperceptible, "It is a monster called 'Dead Skin'!"

(End of this chapter)